Daddy Discipline Part II - Dealing With Daughter Dearest

His cold hard eyes study the nubile girl laid prone across his thighs and he feels an intense jolt of arousal at having her like this, over his knee, her dignity stripped away.
"If only he knew the truth..." she worried secretly to herself.
"Not so cock-sure now are you, young lady?" he mocks, eyeing her pert round buttocks, still stained with the outline of his hand print. His fingertips are wet, a slick coating of her pussy's creaminess smothering them. Deliberately he rubs his fingers together before running them under his nose, savouring her scent. Breathing deeply he inhales the essence of her sex. It causes him to catch his breath, he barely maintains his austere demeanor.

Daddy Discipline - Part 1

"Close the door behind you." He instructs in a stern tone of voice that causes her to falter nervously. She starts to speak but a sharp glance silences her stammering.
"Do you know why I have called you in here?" he demands, his mean eyes looking her up and down in distaste.
She shakes her head, fear creeping in on her, acutely aware of his intense glare. She shifts from foot to foot, her eyes rooted to the floor in front of her.
"Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" His voice bellows and she flinches.
Cautiously she raises her head briefly, catching her breath as she sees the barely controlled rage in his eyes.
"Your behaviour of late absolutely disgusts me." he begins, walking purposefully from behind his mahogany desk. She wrings her hands, fearful of his overbearing presence in the room. Tiny beads of sweat form on her top lip and she feels moisture sliding down her back.
"You think I don't know what you've been up to?" he laughs caustically.